The Friday Favorites

 

 

Obviously, just  few of David's favorite things.  For those of you paying attention, I am not sure why David insisted that the timers be set at exactly 60 minutes and 3 seconds.

And now, for my favorite.  Parenthood fans may recognize this song from this week's episode.  When I have an "aha" moment with David, why don't I hear a similar love song on the soundtrack to my life?

Fact or Fib?

It is a common misconception that kids on the spectrum cannot tell a lie. While I am sure that is true of some kids, David seems to have mastered that skill. I don't mean to imply that he lies to me all the time because he doesn't. Sometimes he is teasing, so that doesn't really count. Or he is telling me something he thinks I want to hear like yeah sure, I ate that. And sometimes he is simply trying to get something that he wants.

So, today I introduce a new feature. You be the judge.

I wasn't really listening to the one-sided conversation, but David apparently wanted Andrew's help.

"An-ROO, come here!" David called down the stairs in his sing-song voice.

Nothing.

"An-ROO, come upstairs, PLEASE."

Still, no response from Andrew.

After a few more minutes and different variations on the same theme, I heard David call again.

"An-ROO, it's time for lunch time!"

So, you tell me. Fact? Or Fib?

Well, Andrew fell for it and came charging up the stairs, which is somewhat humorous because David isn't usually the preparer of food in our house. Actually, David isn't usually even the eater of food in our house.

The answer, of course, is fib.

But David got the help from Andrew that he needed. In many ways, David is just like any other seven year old boy and in this case, it probably shouldn't make me smile, but if I am telling the truth I have to admit that it does.

Be My Valentine

David has been tossing around new expressions pretty liberally lately.  What the heck is a new one that we heard for the first time over the weekend.

I love that David’s language is getting more expressive, but it does surprise me when I hear something new—especially an expression that I usually do not say, like what the heck.  I think we may have Andrew to thank for that one.

All weekend, I tried to get David to sign his valentine cards for his classmates.  He did such a sloppy job on the first one, I put them away.   I asked David (actually, I probably begged David) to sign them tonight and he responded, “Ummmmmm, no way!”  I will give you one guess who signed all of David’s valentines.

After his bath, I kissed him on the top of the head and asked if he would be my Valentine.  He replied without hesitation—there were no ifs, ands or ummms about it, “Yes way!”

Sorry, Michael, but I do believe this Valentine's Day, I am taken.

D Week

It was D week in David’s Kindergarten class this week, so I wasn’t surprised when this paper came home in David’s backpack on Tuesday.

D is for dog.  It makes sense, although did I mention that David doesn’t really like dogs?  We do not have a dog and the only dog that David sees on a regular basis is my sister’s dog, Winston.

David and Winston have a mutual agreement to ignore each other, which seems to work for them.  But, Winston is most probably a lab, husky mix and looks nothing like the dog in David's picture.

I didn’t really give David’s drawing much thought, until I was sorting through the papers in his backpack on Wednesday and I saw this picture.

David drew the same dog, two days in a row.  It has the same curly brown and black hair, the same orange tongue, the same green collar.  The only substantive difference is that the removable tale, originally held on with a brass brad, seems to have been removed.

Where did David get the idea of this particular dog that really most closely resembles a Portuguese Water Dog?  I think he had his weeks confused.  “D” week was last week.  Presidents’ Day is next week.  David simply drew the President’s dog.